They scurry from the shadows as the low beams cut the fog of early morning at the corner of walk and don’t walk…
“Spare change… spare change?”
I drive to work through the mists and diversions, towards a tomorrow payday where someone keeps a tally.
“Spare change?”
I wonder which one of us is better off…
But it passes quickly and the light changes.

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